In the night, Jiang Baiyan killed, hunted evil creatures, plunged a short dagger again and again into flesh and blood, unrestrainedly releasing the malice pent up inside him, reveling in the pain that pierced deep into his bones.

In contrast, sunlight was glaring and scorching, far too bright. Under its rays, filth had nowhere to hide.

Too many foul and tainted things were buried deep in his bones, things that could never withstand the light.

At this moment, Jiang Baiyan’s eyes were calm and serene, but beneath the shadows cast by his long lashes, there lingered a darkness no one else could ever see.